[Vaermina]

Violette “V” Gistillee was not where she belonged. She wasn’t in the right town. But that was her job. She came to Jackson hoping to et a false job working for the Zimbalti’s. The sun was setting and she was aimlessly walking through the town, looking inside shops and sometimes going inside them.

[HeartonLockdown]

*Jack hopelessly lost in this big town walks on the side walks searching for a hotel of some sort* I knew this wasn’t gonna be a good idea to come to THIS town cant find anything…

[MaraTwasHere]

Today was Saturday. Today was the one day of the week Bonnie truly had to herself. Instead  of wearing her usual school uniform she wore a cream button up with a black collar and black skirt. Casual. She walked throughout the town to look into small shop windows as if she were really interested in what they had to offer. In all honesty she was looking for something to settle her mother’s wantings of proof that she had actually enjoyed herself on Saturday. With no tangible proof her mother was someone who quickly got suspicious. Jacksonville, to an outsider, looked pretty normal to any foreigner of the town but the locals knew well of the power the Zimbalti had, and often recognized the hitmans when they left the house. But since Bonnie worked on the ‘inside’ she was given only one glance before they moved along with their business.

[HeartonLockdown]

*as he walks down the street a woman catches his eye* ooooh hola bebé *walks into the store and up to Bonnie* hola dulzura podría yo estar al servicio de usted?

[HeartonLockdown]

that means how may i help you miss?

[MaraTwasHere]

She stopped before looking up at him with cold, nearly blank eyes. “I’m sorry, do you speak English? If anything I should think you’d be the one asking me for help.” She said to him, shamelessly scanning him though it seemed to be more of a calculation rather than a ‘check-out’.

[HeartonLockdown]

I can speak perfect English but my Spanish some time slips out I could ask you for your help on one thing… *smirking at her* wheres the fastest way to getting you *reaching to put an arm around her* into a hotel room?

[MaraTwasHere]

She side stepped away, invading his arm with ease. “When we are the last two people alive and must re-populate the earth, and even then the chances of it happening are extremely low.” She looked at him over from the side of her eye. “Yes, most definitely a new-comer.” She decided aloud. “You look strong…” She said though her eyes stayed straight on his. “May I treat you to coffee? Perhaps you can help me.”

[HeartonLockdown]

¿por qué sí, por supuesto hermosa *coughing* that means of course

[MaraTwasHere]

“Come.” She nodded forward, her bangs falling into her face a bit. “There’s a Starbucks not too far away.” She led him a few blocks into a starbucks before ordering plain black coffee. “Buy what you like,” She said to him.

[HeartonLockdown]

I’ll have the same with three sugars sugar *winking at the waitress*

[MaraTwasHere]

“You are very friendly.” She said simply, taking her coffee and paying for their beverages. Going over to a table and setting down her clutch on the seat next to her making a clear gesture for him to sit across from her. She stirred her coffee not yet meeting his eyes before taking a long sip. “I assume you come from Mexico or Spain? Tell me, what do you work as? How old are you? Do you have a criminal record? What is your relationship life like?” She spewed out questions, shameless of each one.

[HeartonLockdown]

*taken a little back by the fountain of questions* señorita señorita señorita slow down ok? yes i’m from spain I’m 19 and my relationship is well lets just say *smacking a girls rump who just walked by and when she turned around he winked and she kept walking* as for a job i’m good with a gun and VERY good at protecting the person feeding my wallet

[MaraTwasHere]

“I see,” She said not having much of an opinion on his act of smacking a girl who clearly looked embarassed before running off with a tomato face. “You never answered the criminal record information.” She leaned across the table, looking him with those leaf green eyes that seemed as though she could see into his soul.

[HeartonLockdown]

my criminal record depends on what your asking for